Ang 810

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: The cripple crosses over the mountain, the fool becomes a wise man, and the blind man sees the three worlds, by meeting with the True Guru and being purified. ||1|| This is the Glory of the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy; listen, O my friends. Filth is washed away, millions of sins are dispelled, and the consciousness becomes immaculate and pure. ||1|| Pause|| Such is devotional worship of the Lord of the Universe, that the ant can overpower the elephant. Whoever the Lord makes His own, is blessed with the gift of fearlessness. ||2|| The lion becomes a cat, and the mountain looks like a blade of grass. Those who worked for half a shell, will be judged very wealthy. ||3|| What glorious greatness of Yours can I describe, O Lord of infinite excellences? Please bless me with Your Mercy, and grant me Your Name; O Nanak, I am lost without the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. ||4||7||37||

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: He is constantly entangled in pride, conflict, greed and tasty flavors. He is involved in deception, fraud, household affairs and corruption. ||1|| I have seen this with my eyes, by the Grace of the Perfect Guru. Power, property, wealth and youth are useless, without the Naam, the Name of the Lord. ||1|| Pause|| Beauty, incense, scented oils, beautiful clothes and foods — when they come into contact with the body of the sinner, they stink. ||2|| Wandering, wandering around, the soul is reincarnated as a human, but this body lasts only for an instant. Losing this opportunity, he must wander again through countless incarnations. ||3|| By God’s Grace, he meets the Guru; contemplating the Lord, Har, Har, he is wonderstruck. He is blessed with peace, poise and bliss, O Nanak, through the perfect sound current of the Naad. ||4||8||38||

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: The feet of the Saints are the boat, to cross over the world- ocean. In the wilderness, the Guru places them on the Path, and reveals the secrets of the Lord’s Mystery. ||1|| O Lord, Har Har Har, Har Har Haray, Har Har Har, I love You. While standing up, sitting down and sleeping, think of the Lord, Har Har Har. ||1|| Pause|| The five thieves run away, when one joins the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy. His investment is intact, and he earns great profits; his household is blessed with honor. ||2|| His position is unmoving and eternal, his anxiety is ended, and he sees God everywhere. ||3|| The Virtues of our Virtuous Lord and Master are so profound; how many of His Glorious Virtues should I speak? Nanak has obtained the Ambrosial Nectar of the Lord, Har, Har, in the Company of the Holy. ||4||9||39||

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: That life, which has no contact with the Holy, is useless. Joining their congregation, all doubts are dispelled, and I am emancipated. ||1|| That day, when I meet with the Holy — I am a sacrifice to that day. Again and again, I sacrifice my body, mind and soul to them. ||1|| Pause|| They have helped me renounce this ego, and implant this humility within myself. This mind has become the dust of all men’s feet, and my self- conceit has been dispelled. ||2|| In an instant, I burnt away the ideas of slander and ill-will towards others. I see close at hand, the Lord of mercy and compassion; He is not far away at all. ||3|| My body and mind are cooled and soothed, and now, I am liberated from the world. Love, consciousness, the breath of life, wealth and everything, O Nanak, are in the Blessed Vision of the Lord’s Darshan. ||4||10||40||

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: I perform service for Your slave, O Lord, and wipe his feet with my hair. I offer my head to him, and listen to the Glorious Praises of the Lord, the source of bliss. ||1|| Meeting You, my mind is rejuvenated, so please meet me, O Merciful Lord. Night and day, my mind enjoys bliss, contemplating the Lord of Compassion. ||1|| Pause|| God’s Holy people are the saviors of the world; I grab hold of the hem of their robes. Bless me, O God, with the gift of the dust of the feet of the Saints. ||2|| I have no skill or wisdom at all, nor any work to my credit. Please, protect me from doubt, fear and emotional attachment, and cut away the noose of Death from my neck. ||3|| I beg of You, O Lord of Mercy, O my Father, please cherish me! I sing Your Glorious Praises, in the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, O Lord, Home of peace. ||4||11||41||